I've seen these woods a time or two
just flutt'ring in the breeze.
Amidst a wave of blowing grass
one stands out amongst the trees.

A chorus of volcanic red
as autumn chimes it's turn.
A hopeless place with little grace
as winter flows and burns.

But watching now as spring has set
my heart has asked me why
a single tree amidst the leaves
can strongly catch my eye.

My spirit's set. I need to know,
averting my own cause.
For as simple as this tree is,
everyday it give me pause.

So I stop and seek to shelter
my thoughts but I cannot
for my eyes have both been captured
by this life which God forgot.

And I sit upon the heather
in a glade of buttercup blooms,
and for every heart's imprisoned
by which love has no more room.

Well, the years drag on so silent
as I ponder on the grass.
And the tree just goes on waving
as my heart succumbs at last.